Date: Fri, 19 May 2000 10:23:08 PDT
From: Chip Dyp
Subject: Judgment Error 6-8
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Judgment Error- Chapters 6-8
by: Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)
CHAPTER 6
The next morning I awoke to the shrill ringing of my phone. I
struggled out of Stefan's arms and rolled out of the bed. I felt a sharp
jolt of pain as I took my first step towards the phone and instantly images
of last night's incident flooded my mind. I carefully walked the remaining
distance to the phone and picked up the receiver.
"Hello."
"Hi Ian. This is Will. We met a couple of days ago at the movie."
My mind flashed back to the movie as I struggled to put a face to
the name.
Once I got the face right I remembered that he was working out at Crystal
Lake. "Oh, hi Will. How are things out at the lake?"
"Not bad. Look is Stefan there? I called his house and his mom
said he had spent the night at your place."
"Oh yeah, he's still here. I'll go wake him up."
"What, the lazy bastard's still in bed?"
"Yeah. He is a bastard, isn't he?" I laughed at Stefan's expense.
I looked towards the bed and noticed that Stefan was awake and watching me.
I told him that William was on the phone for him and slowly made my way to
the bathroom to empty my bladder, trying not to cause my battered hole too
much pain.
Once I got to the bathroom, I lifted the toilet seat and encouraged
the release that I needed to begin. Once I had finished taking what I
thought had to be the longest piss ever taken, I felt a hundred times
better. Well, everything except my ass felt a hundred times better. I
turned my back to the mirror and pulled my cheeks apart in attempt to see
how much damage had actually been done. I looked in the mirror and was
disappointed as I couldn't see anything--I was too short. I got on my
tippy toes and was struggling to keep my balance when Stefan walked in.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Stefan asked quietly.
"I've been better. Look we really have to talk."
"Yeah, we do."
I started to walk back to my bedroom, wincing with every step, when
Stefan lifted me up into his arms and started carrying me back to the room.
"You don't have to carry me!" I protested. "I can walk on my own."
"Look it's my fault that you are in so much pain. If I can ease
your pain by carrying you, I will." Once in the room, Stefan put me down
on the bed. "Roll over and I'll put the salve on the tear."
I rolled over. I figured that if I let Stefan medicate me, he
would feel better. Stefan carefully applied the salve to the tear and
although it burned as he applied it, the salve started to reduce the pain.
While Stefan applied the salve he told me why William had called. Two of
William's co-workers had shown up drunk at work that morning after having
way too much to drink the night before at a party. The manager had
promptly fired them. He had no use for employees who showed up drunk.
But, this had put the manager in a bit of a quandary. He needed two
employees. When Will had arrived at work that morning the manager had
asked if he had any friends that might be interested in working at the lake
for the summer.
Will told the manager about Stefan and I, and had offered to call
us to see if we wanted the jobs. Stefan told Will that neither of us had a
place to stay up at the lake and he'd offered to let us stay at the cabin
for the summer. His parents had gone to Europe for the summer to visit
relatives, which left their room empty. The only problem that Will could
see was that there was only one bed in his parent's room. He wasn't sure
if Stefan and I wanted to share a bed all summer.
"So what do you think?" Stefan asked after he finished explaining
the phone call.
"It sounds great, but we have to talk about a few things before I
agree to go spend the summer at the lake with you."
Stefan nodded and lay down on the bed beside me. I rolled onto my
side so that I could look at him while we talked. "First, why didn't you
stop when I told you to last night?"
Stefan looked away from me for a moment and when he turned back
towards me he wouldn't look me in the eyes. "I thought you knew what I was
going to do. And then when I had my cock inside you, I thought you were
just nervous or scared or something. I don't know. If I knew I was
hurting you as bad as I was I would have stopped in an instant. But, I
thought you had said after the first few times that it doesn't hurt. I
thought you were just scared. I couldn't understand why you wanted me to
stop. I was sure that you and Colin had done it. I was sure that he had
stretched you out." Stefan looked into my eyes and I could see tears
forming. "But I guess I was wrong. I fucked up royally. I have hurt you
badly again, and I know it will take a lot to regain your trust."
I pulled Stefan close and just held him for a few minutes. I
thought about what he had said. Stefan seemed truly sorry for what he had
done. I ran my hand over his back and thought things over in my own head.
It was my decision entirely. Did I toss him out for being inexperienced
and making a judgment error or do I let him stay and try to redeem himself.
I felt that I could trust him still. He just seemed confused and scared.
Was he scared of his parent's reaction? Was he scared of what his friends
would say? They were both valid fears. I had been scared of what my
parents would say.
But when I finally told them it was a relief. Telling my friends had
been even scarier though but most of them accepted what I told them, and
didn't have a problem with the fact that I was gay. I pulled back from
Stefan so I could look in his eyes. They were a little red but I could
still see the beauty that they held.
"I forgive you for hurting me last night," I started. "But you
have to answer a couple of questions for me and you have to accept a few
rules that I'm going to set."
Stefan pulled my lips to his and kissed me passionately. "What are
the rules?"
"First, if I ever tell you to stop during any sexual activity, it
means stop now. You may not know why I am telling you to stop but there
will be a very good reason. All right?"
Stefan nodded his head. "I kinda figured that rule out on my own."
"Well you are a smart boy and you learn fast. Second, the next
time you want to try something different, tell me what you want to try. I
am game for just about anything. If you had told me that you wanted to
fuck my ass I wouldn't have had a problem. I would have gotten you a
condom and some lube and then we would have taken our time and made sure
that I was stretched out enough so that I could enjoy the experience.
Also, I'll tell you right now, anytime you fuck me you will be wearing a
condom and using lube. I will not be dry fucked again and I dislike the
feeling of cum running out of my ass.
"So if I want to fuck you again I have to make sure I have condoms
and lube?"
I nodded. "Don't worry, I usually have a supply available. But if
you want to be spontaneous, you might want to bring your own. And I will
tell you now that you will not be able to fuck me until I have healed up
completely. Also please tell me if you don't want to do something. I
won't be angry, I may be disappointed but I can live with disappointment."
"Finally, this isn't so much a rule but general information for
you. I have only had sex with Colin. There is no one else in my past. He
used condoms most of the time and after he dumped me I got his brother to
give me an AIDS test just for my own piece of mind." I thought about the
other pieces of information that I could give Stefan. Nothing else seemed
pertinent but I decided to give Stefan's ego a little bit of a stroke.
"Also, just for general knowledge, Colin did stretch me out--but his cock
is smaller than mine and minuscule compared to yours."
I reached under the covers and into Stefan's underwear. His cock
had started growing and I encouraged it to keep growing. Within moments
his cock was rock hard and leaking precum into his underwear. Stefan had a
big smile on his face and started bucking his hips, rubbing his cock
against my hand. I removed my hand from his underwear and Stefan groaned.
"Now. I want to ask you some questions. First, why did you hit me that
night after the videos? I mean from my vantage point you have gone from
homophobic to queer in less than 24 hours."
Stefan looked into my eyes and rubbed his hand against my black
eye. "All right. You deserve to know the whole story. You can't tell a
soul though, all right? I mean it."
"I trusted you with my secret. I will keep yours."
"First off, I didn't hit you because I thought you were gay. The
reason I hit you was because you used a phrase that is dangerous in my
house. If my father had heard you he would have hit me. There is to be no
joking like that at my house. My parents take everything like that so
seriously. I was never homophobic either. I have never had a problem with
gay guys and I have never, ever pretended that I have had a problem.
However, my parents are very Christian."
I pulled myself closer to Stefan and waited for him to continue.
"I have an older brother, named Aaron. My parents disowned him
after they found him and his boyfriend Gerald fucking in his room. You
won't find a picture of my brother in the house anymore. My parents even
refuse to acknowledge that he exists."
"You see, we moved here about three years ago. Before we moved
here we lived in Leduc, Alberta. My parents were farmers, but they didn't
own the land. It belonged to my grandmother. My dad just worked the farm
and when my grandma died he was to get the land. The day that my parents
caught my brother was May 25. My parents had decided they needed some
things from town and had left my brother alone. We had just made it to
town when my dad realised that he had forgotten an important paper from the
bank. So with a lot of cursing he turned the car around and headed back to
the farm."
"My brother had invited Gerald over. I guess he'd told him that my
parents had gone to town for the afternoon. They figured that they would
have lots of time and then they could clean up and no one would be the
wiser. Well, we got back to the farm and my dad went into the house.
About a minute later Gerald came running out of the house, his nose
bleeding. He stopped at the car and told my mom that my dad was beating my
brother. My mom didn't move a muscle. She felt that if my dad was
'punishing' Aaron there had to be a good reason. I got out of the car and
ran into the house. I love my brother dearly and I hated it when my dad
hit him. I ran to Aaron's room and could hear my dad screaming that Aaron
was a faggot. My dad, he...he wound up to hit my brother again. I ran
into the room and my dad hit me instead when I jumped in front. I fell
against Aaron, and we both to fell to the floor."
At this point Stefan started sobbing and I pulled him close in an
attempt to comfort him. I couldn't believe that his dad could be so
savage.
"My dad left the room right after he hit me. I think he was
shocked that he had hit me instead of my brother. Aaron held me for a
second and then we both stood. He was crying a little bit and I realised
he wasn't wearing any pants. I found his pants and handed them to him. My
brother couldn't even look me in the eyes. My dad came back a moment later
and threw a duffel bag at my brother. 'You have five minutes to get your
stuff packed and get the hell out of this house. We will not have
sodomites desecrating this good Christian house.' My father's voice was
very quiet, but the rage was smouldering in his eyes. 'Stefan. Come here
now.' I stood up and took one last look at my brother. He looked at me
with sad eyes, and I paused for a moment until Aaron signalled me to leave.
I walked out of Aaron's bedroom and went to the bathroom. I pulled the
door closed and cried in the dark room. I loved my brother so much and it
hurt me to know that he was being kicked out of the house. It also scared
me.
"I knew that my dad was a very strict Christian, but I never
thought he would kick one of us out of the house. I heard my brother leave
and then my dad knocked on the bathroom door. 'Hurry up. We still have to
go to town.'
I couldn't believe that that bastard still wanted me to go to town
with him. But I got up and dried my eyes. I knew if I pissed him off he
would take another swing and this time mean to hit me. I walked out of the
bathroom and looked at my father. He still had rage in his eyes. "Where's
Aaron going to go?" I asked. He just looked at me and told me that he
never wanted to hear that name ever again. We walked out to the car and I
climbed into the backseat. Mom didn't say a word to me.
"Everything was different once my brother was out of the house. My
parents eliminated any trace of my brother that had existed in the house.
In their minds I was their only son. I settled into the new routine in the
house, but I spent my time looking for Aaron. It was hard to believe, but
he and Gerald had disappeared. My brother's effects were still felt
though. Alberta Child and Welfare came out to the farm one day. They had
had a report that my parents were abusing my brother and me. My dad talked
to the investigator and by the end of the talk the investigator was
convinced that my parents were right in kicking a sodomite out of the
house. It was such a bad joke. Alberta Child and Welfare is filled with
right wing bigots. They took my brother's claim and tossed it into the
garbage.
"My brother had also told my grandma though. She was pissed off.
She came out to the farm and told my dad that she wanted him off the farm
by the end of the month. But, she gave him a golden handshake. She wrote
him a check for $100,000 and told him that was his inheritance. My dad
took the check and by the end of the month he had found a job with
Saskatchewan Agriculture here in the Parkland region. We moved here and I
haven't talked to grandma or my brother since. Well, I received a letter
from Aaron explaining that he loved Gerald and what had happened that day.
He didn't leave a forwarding address though and the letter I sent to my
grandma was never answered."
Stefan's voice had faded down to a whisper and I just held onto
him. He had been through so much. He wiggled just a bit to get more
comfortable and I loosened my hold on him.
"I want to know what happened to my brother, but I still love my
parents. I don't want to be disowned, but I want someone to love. I had
Will over just after we moved and my dad heard him making a comment like
the one you made the night we watched videos. He made Will leave and then
started screaming at me that he didn't want another faggot in the family.
He was throwing things and cursing. I tried to convince him that Will had
just made a joke and I think he finally believed me. I talked to Will the
next day and told him the same story I told you. He said that we could
still be friends if I wanted and that he would make sure the other guys
didn't make comments like that at my house. And so we became close
friends. He held my secret close and made sure that the other guys behaved
at my house. I should have warned you not to make comments like that
instead of hitting you." Stefan looked at me and his eyes were red from
crying.
Stefan pulled me close and just hung onto me. I tightened my grip
on Stefan and we both just lay there enjoying each other's warmth.
CHAPTER 7
I awoke later that morning to Stefan stroking my face. I opened my
eyes slowly and lifted my head to take a better look at Stefan.
"You sure so do sleep a lot."
"Mmm-hmm. I need all the energy I can get." I replied. I moved my
left hand down Stefan's body letting my fingers glide along his smooth
skin. When my fingers reached the elastic waistband of his underwear, I
slipped them under the band.
"We don't have time for that Ian," Stefan said as he pulled my hand
out of his underwear.
"What time is it?"
"It's eleven thirty. I still have to go home and pack so that we
can go to the lake."
"I still have to ask my parents, but I guess I should pack anyway.
Are you sure we don't have time for a quickie?"
"Positive you little nympho," Stefan replied with a smile. "Where's
the washing machine? I have to wash the sheets and the towel."
"I can wash them, don't worry about it."
"No, I'll wash them. It's my fault that they need washing."
I looked at Stefan's face and could see the guilt that he felt over
hurting me. "All right, I'll show you where the machines are." I rolled
away from Stefan and dropped my feet to the floor. I looked around my
bedroom for a pair of underwear. I stood up and slowly walked over to the
pair that I had been wearing yesterday and pulled them on. I grabbed the
shorts that had been lying beside the underwear and slipped them on. I
looked over at Stefan just as he did the button up on his shorts. I
carefully walked towards the door and was rewarded with a twinge of pain.
I tried to mask the pain but Stefan must have seen it as he walked over and
picked me up.
"Put me down," I protested. "I have to get used to the pain if I am
going to convince my parents that nothing is wrong."
"Are you sure?" Stefan asked with concern in his voice.
"Positive."
Stefan put me down on the floor and I decided to test myself. I
sprinted down the hallway and up the stairs. I reached the top of the
stairs and grimaced. Sprinting up the stairs had to be the dumbest thing
I'd ever done. The pain from running was intense but I was pretty sure I
wouldn't have to do any running in front of my parents.
"And?" Stefan asked as he walked up the stairs carrying the sheets
and the towel.
"And what?"
"How does it feel?"
"It's just a little sore," I lied. "I barely noticed."
"Uh-huh. Now how does it really feel?"
"It hurts, but I should be able to hide the pain."
"Are you sure?"
"It's all right," I reassured Stefan. I opened the door to the
basement and led Stefan to the laundry room. After I showed him where the
machines were he asked if he could stay for lunch.
"Sure. How about chicken nuggets?"
"Sounds good to me. Why don't you go start them while I get the
laundry started?"
"Okay."
I turned my back and headed into the kitchen. I pulled the nuggets
out of the freezer and tossed twenty on a plate. I didn't know about
Stefan but I was hungry. I put the plate into the microwave and set the
timer. I walked back to the laundry room to see how Stefan was doing. I
stood at the doorway and was surprised to see Stefan standing at the sink
and frantically rubbing the sheet. I watched for a couple of seconds and
then watched as Stefan lifted the sheet up. The bloodstain on the sheet
was at least two feet in diameter. I just stood there shocked. I hadn't
realised I'd bled that badly. Stefan turned around and saw me standing at
the door looking at the sheet he was holding. He quickly balled up the
sheet and tossed it into the sink.
"I didn't want you to see it," Stefan said. "I just wanted you to
forget what happened."
"Stefan I am never going to forget about what you did to me last
night. I hope you never forget either. It was a learning experience. We
are doomed to repeat our mistakes if we do not learn from them."
"Yeah I suppose so. I just didn't want you to freak out."
"Here let me help. You aren't doing it right."
I took the sheet from the sink and began scrubbing it with the
stain remover. Slowly but surely the stain was removed from the sheet and
then the towel. I threw them both into the washing machine with a lot of
bleach and a fair bit of soap. After I started the machine, I led the way
back to the kitchen where I reheated the nuggets and we had lunch.
After we finished devouring the nuggets, Stefan gave me a kiss on
the cheek and told me he had to go home and pack. I kissed him back and
told him to call me when he was done packing. I showed Stefan to the door
and then headed down to my room. I started tossing my clothes into a
suitcase. After about an hour of packing I felt that I had enough clothes
and assorted other crap to last for at least a week or two. I flipped on
my computer and dialled up my ISP. I sent out my email address to my
friends in Toronto and told them that I was going away for the summer. I
also told them a little about Stefan. I didn't tell them that he had hurt
me. I just told them that I found someone I loved. I was sending out the
last letter when two hands covered my eyes.
"Guess who?"
"I take it you're done packing."
"Yep," Stefan said. "But your phone was busy, so I decided to come
over."
"Yeah, I was just sending notes to my friends to give them my
address," I explained. "Figured that it would give me something to do
while I was waiting for you to finish."
"You could've had a shower. You still smell a bit like sex."
"Yeah, I guess I do, don't I. Well, you can come and wash me."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
I walked to the bathroom and took a look at the shower. There was
no shower curtain.
"Oh fuck. I forgot the shower curtain. I've got to replace that
before the parents get home."
"Why?"
"I doubt my parents would be very pleased if I told them I tore it
down while I was choking the chicken."
"Probably not. Look, have a bath now and then I'll borrow my
parents car and we can go buy a shower curtain at Zeller's."
"Sounds good to me."
I pulled my shirt over my stomach and off of my body. I unbuttoned
my shorts and let them drop to the floor. I moved to pull down my briefs
when Stefan stopped me. He slid his hands under the waistband and slid my
underwear over my hips and down my legs. I stood naked in front of him, my
cock slowly beginning to harden. Stefan got down on his knees and took my
cock into his mouth. His tongue began licking my cock all over and he used
suction to encourage my cock to grow to full size. I began moaning and
moving my hips in concert with his mouth. Stefan grabbed my hips and
stopped me from moving. He attacked my cock with passion and kept trying
to deep throat me. Every time he would get close his gag response would
take over and he'd ease up the pressure. I was in heaven from the
attention I was getting, but I knew I was close to the edge. Stefan slowed
down for a few seconds and then slammed my cock all the way down his
throat. That was all I needed. My cock started shooting sperm down his
throat and my knees could no longer support my weight. Stefan slowly
lowered me to the floor as his hands took the weight that I was putting on
his hands.
"So how was that?"
"You are getting better," I replied with a smile. "But it's my turn
now. Take off your pants."
"We don't have time. You have to bathe and we need to buy a shower
curtain."
"Fine. But I get to suck you off next."
I hopped into the bathtub and ran the water. I quickly cleaned
myself up and washed my hair with Stefan's help. After I was finished, I
got out of the tub and dried off. I quickly tied my hair back and brushed
my teeth. I got Stefan to apply salve to the tear, before dressing in a
pair of pants and a shirt.
"Ready?" I asked as I grabbed my sunglasses off my dresser.
Stefan nodded and led the way to his parent's car. We made our
trip to the mall and I was able to find a similar shower curtain to the one
that got ripped. I told Stefan that I wanted to look around a bit and he
told me that he'd meet me in the music section. I walked into the clothing
section looking for another bathing suit. I managed to find a pair of
trunks that I liked and that should fit me. I made my way to the till and
paid for my purchases and accumulated another 1000 Club Z points. I walked
into the audio section and found Stefan. I was tempted to grab his ass and
kiss him right there, but my brain beat down my hormones and I just tapped
him on the shoulder.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah, they are sold out of the new David Usher CD. Nothing else I
want to get."
"That sucks. But lead the way good sir, 'cause I can't remember
where you parked."
We went back out to the car and drove back to the house. I took
the shower curtain downstairs and hung it up. It looked good, and I
doubted my parents would even notice. If they did I would just tell them a
BS story about mildew. Stefan watched me hang the shower curtain quietly,
like he was contemplating something.
"Whatcha thinking?" I asked as my curiosity got the better of me.
"Nothing."
"Uh huh. Tell me now or I'll have to tease you a little bit. I'd
hate to have to give you a major case of blue balls."
"It's silly. Look, I don't want to tell you right now. Ask me
again sometime."
I looked into Stefan's eyes. They were a little cloudy but were
still very beautiful. "All right. I'll ask you again later. But nothing
you have to say is really silly. I want you to know that."
Stefan smiled at me and then looked at his watch. "Oh man, I've
got to go.
I told my mom I'd be home like 10 minutes ago."
"Then get your cute little butt out of here. I'll call you if my
parents say yes. We can decide how we are going to get out to the lake
after that."
"'Kay. Have a good supper."
I went upstairs with Stefan and showed him out. After he left I
went to work getting supper ready. I wanted to make a good supper for my
parents so that it would be easier to convince them to let me go to the
lake and to make up for the lies that I was going to tell them. I was
kinda troubled about lying to my parents but I felt it was for the best. I
didn't know how they would react if I told them what Stefan had done to me.
I was just finishing preparing for supper when I heard my dad call
from the front door that they were home. I walked out of the kitchen to
greet them, and was kind of surprised by the looks on their faces.
"What happened to your eye?" My mom asked as she rushed over to
take a look at the bruise.
"I walked into some furniture in the basement. I thought I could
navigate well enough in the dark but I guess I can't."
My mom gave me the look. She was good at making people
uncomfortable just by giving them the look. I stood my ground though and
didn't avert my gaze.
"Supper's almost ready and I have to ask you guys something."
"What did you want to ask us, Ian?" My dad asked as he took off
his shoes and collapsed onto the sofa.
"Can I go work out at Crystal Lake for the summer with Stefan and
his friends?"
"Where would you work?" My mom asked as she sat down beside my
father.
"They need some new employees as they just fired a couple for
showing up drunk." I told my parents the story that Stefan had told me.
They both sat there impassively as I pleaded my case.
"And where would you stay?" My dad asked.
"Stefan's friend Will has a cabin up there and he said we could
both live there with him. His parents are in Europe so there is lots of
room."
"So three teenage boys would be sharing a cabin, with no
supervision." My mom stroked Louis.
"You can trust me. This would be a great opportunity for me to
make some friends here."
"How would you get out to the lake?" My dad asked.
"I was hoping that you'd maybe give me and Stefan a ride out or we
could catch a ride with his parents."
My dad looked at my mom and smiled a little bit. He reached into
his pocket and tossed me something. It was a car key.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Your mom and I decided that she needed a car so we bought one
while we were in Regina. You guys get to share the car."
"No way!"
"See for yourself."
I went to the door and looked out. Sitting on the driveway was a
forest green Sunfire. I walked back into the living room and looked at my
mom. "So mom, can I borrow the car for the summer?"
"Yes. You can go work at the lake and borrow the car. But you
have to pay for gas."
"I will. I'm gonna call Stefan and tell him the good news."
"All right, Ian. You did say that supper was almost ready right?
I'm hungry enough to eat a horse." Dad hefted himself off the couch.
"Supper should be done by now. I'll be right there."
I called Stefan up and told him the good news. He was floored when
I told him that I would have the use of a car for the summer. I asked when
he wanted to go to the lake and he said that anytime that I was ready would
be good with him.
"All right, well I have to eat supper right now, so I'll call you
back when I'm done. We can pack the car and then head out right after
that.
"Okay," Stefan said. "I'll call Will and tell him that we'll take
the jobs and that we should be there before 10 pm."
"Cool. Well see you in about half an hour."
"'Kay."
I went into the kitchen and sat down with my parents. I started
eating and almost spit my food across the table when my dad asked if I was
limping.
"It's just a muscle cramp. I over exerted myself in the pool
yesterday. Nothing serious," I lied after I had swallowed my food.
"Are you sure Ian?" My dad asked in a questioning tone.
"Positive."
My dad went back to his food and I noticed my parents exchanging
furtive glances between each other. I didn't say anything. I hated lying
to them but it was for there own good. Supper was finished in silence and
after I cleared the table I called Stefan up and told him to bring his
stuff over. We quickly packed the car and asked each other if we had
remembered everything. I was sure that I had and so was Stefan. I was
about to start the car when my dad called me back into the house. I slid
out of the car and walked to the front door.
"What?" I asked.
"Have a good time at the lake and be careful."
"I will. See you in about two weeks."
"What's up?" Stefan asked as I got into the car.
"Nothing. My dad just wanted to say good bye."
"Then let's see how fast this thing will go."
I looked over at Stefan and laughed. "How about we get out of the
driveway first?"
Stefan laughed and I started the car up and headed out of the city.
Stefan directed me onto the proper highway and as he cranked the tunes, I
pinned it. I hoped it was going to be a summer to remember.
CHAPTER 8
We had driven about an hour and we still had an hour to go when I
turned down the music so I could talk to Stefan.
"So what were you thinking? You said I could ask later so seeing
as now is later I am going to ask now."
"Huh?"
"Remember when we were in the washroom this afternoon and you were
watching me hang the shower curtain? I asked what you were thinking and
you said it was silly and that I could ask you later--well I'm asking now."
I looked over at Stefan and he looked back at me and then he averted his
eyes. "What, come on. You have to tell me. Please."
"I was just thinking about how beautiful you were and how I didn't
deserve you. I mean I've hurt you really badly twice now and you still
like me."
"I don't like you Stefan. I love you. You are funny, and cute,
and smart.
There is nothing about you that I don't like. You've just made a couple
of mistakes which I am willing to forgive." I put my hard on Stefan's
thigh and squeezed it gently. I slowly moved my hand up Stefan's thigh and
eventually let it rest on his crotch. I squeezed a little more forcefully
and was rewarded with a twitch from his cock.
"Hey, stop that. You are driving a car at 130 km/h that's enough
to do without trying to make me cum."
"Come on. Let me try and multi-task."
"No. There was something else that I was thinking. I don't want
to you to do anything for me sexually until you've healed. Sort of my
punishment for hurting you."
"Excuse me." My foot came off the accelerator and the car started
decelerating. "Did it occur to you that I might enjoy giving you blow
jobs?
Besides I enjoy the blow jobs you give."
"Oh, I'll still give you blow jobs, I just won't let you give me
blow jobs."
"I think not. I'm not going to get into a relationship where only
one of us gets any pleasure. If I can't give you a blow job then you can't
give me a blowjob. That's the way it works bucko."
"Look, I'm trying to make up for hurting you Ian. Please let me do
this."
"Not a chance Stefan. You are beating yourself up emotionally and
it's got to stop. Listen, what you did was wrong, but it was a mistake.
Like I said I am willing to forgive you but you have to forgive yourself.
All right?"
"Fine, but you should speed up a little. Going 40 km/h in a
hundred zone is asking for the cops to pull you over."
I smiled at Stefan and down shifted into third. I quickly
accelerated the car back up to 130 km/h. I reached over to Stefan's crotch
and started feeling him up again. His cock quickly hardened and he started
shifting in his seat. I slowly started masturbating him through his shorts
and he moaned ever so softly. I kept glancing over to his face to see if
he was enjoying himself. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, because the
last thing I wanted was to roll the car.
"You better stop, or I'm going to make a mess in the car. And then
what would your mom say?"
I took my hand off his crotch and applied the brakes. The car
quickly slowed down and I pulled into one of the many approaches that
joined at the side of the highway. I turned the car off and undid my seat
belt. I looked over at Stefan and gave him a mischievous grin.
"What are you doing?"
I unbuttoned Stefan's shorts and reached in and released his hard
cock. I pointed straight up. I bent over the centre console and inhaled
Stefan's cock. Stefan started moaning and bucking his hips. I slowed down
and gently nibbled on his cock just below the glans.
"Oh, Oh god. Oh Jesus I'm gonna cum."
I slammed Stefan's cock all the way down my throat as a torrent of
semen started flowing out of his cock. I kept his cock in my mouth and
kept licking his cock until he asked me to stop. I kept licking a little
longer and pumped his cock to get the last of his delicious cream.
"Ian please stop. It's so sensitive."
"Really? So you don't want me to keep sucking on it. Maybe I
should run my tongue along your glans a few times. See if you can cum
again."
"Ian, please."
I lifted my head off of Stefan's crotch and gave him a quick kiss.
"I'm sorry, I should've stopped when you asked the first time."
Stefan kissed me back and I felt his hand descend down to my
crotch. "It's okay. But now it's my turn."
I pulled Stefan's hand off of my crotch before he could get me
fully hard and smiled at him. "Nope, no time. Will is expecting us."
"What? You get to make me shoot and I don't get to reciprocate.
That hardly seems fair."
"You blew me in the bathroom this afternoon. I'm just evening
things up."
I backed out of the approach and returned to our cruising speed as
Stefan cleaned up and put everything away. I turned up the Moist CD that
we had been listening to, and Stefan and I just sat back and listened to
the tunes.
My favourite song on the disc came on and I began singing along with
David Usher.
"I've been drowned out by the rain, still I'm wishing I could stay,
but I'm sorry my old friend, I've got to leave you once again."
"Has anyone ever told you that you can't sing?" Stefan asked with a
big smile on his face.
"Many people have told me I can't sing. It's nice to dream
though."
"How about we leave the music to Moist and talk about something?"
I reached over and turned the music down so we could still hear it
in the background, but that it was quiet enough that we could talk without
screaming. "So, what do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know. How about we just take turns asking each other
questions?"
"Sounds good to me. But you have to answer any question that you
ask."
"Fair enough. I get to go first. Let's see. Ummmm, okay. When
did you tell your parents you were gay?"
"When did I tell my parents that I was gay? Shortly after Colin
dumped me and I ended up in the Hospital."
"Why were you in the hospital?"
"I collapsed at school one day. I was down to 75 pounds and my
body just couldn't handle it. It shut down. My parents were so worried
about me. My parents stayed with me at the hospital while the doctors
basically force-fed me in an attempt to get my weight back up to a somewhat
normal level. My parents were sure that the move or something that they
had done had made me so depressed. I finally told them so that they
wouldn't worry so much. They took it really well, which kinda surprised
me. I mean you hear all these stories about parents..." I stopped in mid
sentence as I realised Stefan knew what some parents were like. He didn't
need my little commentary. I looked over to Stefan and I thought I could
see a tear in the dark car.
"I'm sorry Stefan. I should've thought before I uh, before I..."
"It's okay Ian. Please continue."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Okay. Um, anyway, what was I saying? Oh right. Once I had
gained a few pounds and promised that I would eat they released me and let
me go home. My parents asked me if I had a boyfriend and I told them about
Colin. I didn't tell them a whole lot. Just that he was a university
student and that we had broken up. I think they knew more than they were
letting on. In fact I am pretty sure they did. I think they knew I was
gay before I told them. They just didn't want to say anything. I went
back to school and my friends were all worried about me. There was a
rumour going around school that I had terminal cancer and that I was going
to die soon. I told each of them separately that I was gay and that I
hoped they could accept it. A couple were shocked, but most of them had a
pretty good idea that I was gay but weren't going to say anything in case
they were wrong. There were only two people that couldn't accept it and we
parted ways. They wouldn't talk to me no matter how hard I tried to be
friendly. One was sure that I had a thing for him, which I didn't. The
other was very religious and thought that I was going to burn in hell so he
didn't want anything to do with me."
"That would suck. I guess that's another reason for me not to come
out of the closet. My parents would disown me and I might end up with
friends that would hate me."
"Hey, if they are true friends they'll accept it. If they can't
accept you for who you are do you really want them as a friend?" I rubbed
Stefan's arm in a show of support. "My turn for a question. Let's see. I
want a good one. I know. Which of your friends have you fantasized about
sexually?"
"Oh sure. Ask me a tough one. Well here in Yorkton, I have
fantasized about Will and about Rick. I am pretty sure they are both
straight and I haven't made any moves on either of them for fear that my
parents would find out and disown me. I mean if they aren't gay and they
freaked out and my parents heard I would be booted out so fast."
"True enough. Will is pretty cute. I don't think I met Rick."
"Nope. Rick had to stay out at the lake the night we went to the
movies. I am sure that you will meet him pretty quick though. He's really
tall and built. I'm sure he and his girlfriend fuck all the time. But,
I've got you now. I don't need to fantasize about anyone else." Stefan
wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a kiss on my cheek.
"Thanks. You don't know how much it means to me to hear you say
that."
"Your welcome. How about you though? Which of your friends did
you find cute?"
"There were two that I used to have fantasies about. They were
both straight. One was about your height but really thin like me. The
other was about 5'6" and really well built. He was the running back on the
school football team. They were both average in the size department. I
didn't get much of a look but the looks that I managed to sneak were good
ones. They were both beautiful. Neither of them could hold a candle to
you though." I placed my hand on Stefan' crotch and started rubbing him.
"Hey, hey, hey. None of that. We have to get to the cabin. We
still have 15 minutes of driving left."
"So how do you want to handle the sleeping arrangements?" I asked.
"Well we are going to be sleeping in the same bed. I thought I
told you that."
"Yes you did. But how are we going to be sleeping in the bed.
Like platonic straight friends or are you gonna have your arm wrapped
around me with your cock between my cheeks. I personally prefer having
your cock between my cheeks but if Will walks in they would be a lot of
explaining to do."
"Yeah, just a little. I guess we had better sleep like platonic
straight friends and confine any sexual activity to times when he is out."
"I agree. Okay now that we have that sorted out. It's your turn
for a question."
We continued asking questions about what we were looking for out of
life. We both wanted kids and we both wanted to get into a long-term
relationship.
Stefan was planning on heading to Saskatoon to take a computer science
degree while I was still undecided where I wanted to go to university. I
knew I wanted to get into computer programming but other than that I hadn't
made any plans.
We finally arrived at Crystal Lake resorts and drove up to the park
gate. I got a season pass and I let Stefan direct me to the cabin. After
a short drive we ended up at Will's cabin. It was a bungalow on the beach.
Stefan led me around to the front of the cabin so I could see it before we
went in.
There was a boat tied up to a personal dock and there were a couple of
life jackets sitting on wooden beach chairs that had faded in the sun.
"About fucking time."
I spun around and saw Will standing in a pair of swim trunks,
holding a beer.
"I was wondering when you two would get here. Either of you care
for a beer?"
"I'll have one," Stefan said as he walked over to his friend.
"Hi, Ian. Nice to see you again! What happened to your eye man?
It looks like someone took a fairly good swing at you."
"Nah, I just walked into some furniture in the dark."
"Uh-huh. Care for a beer?"
"Um, sure. What time do we start tomorrow?"
Will handed me the other beer he had in his hands. "Ten. All
three of us work the cover shift. 10 am to 6 pm."
"Cool. What do you do?
"I work in the kids programming area. Basically it's my job to
help entertain the 12 and under brats at the rec centre. I am basically
the runner. They have a couple of university students that actually run
the program. It's my job to make sure that the materials are all ready to
go for crafts and a variety of other shitty jobs. Mind you it's better
than maintenance and clean up."
"I'd imagine so."
"Stefan is going to be one of the lifeguards at the main public
beach. Hey Stefan, your Water Safety Instructor certificates are still
valid, right?"
"Yeah. What levels do they have me teaching?"
"I think they have you doing yellow, orange, and red."
"Oh good. The little kids. Oh well. At least I won't have to
deal with any smart mouthed brats. What's Ian going to be doing?"
"Well, Ian gets a nice cushy job. They have him working in the
office handing out camping spots and park passes at the gate. It's a good
job and the office is air-conditioned. They have a uniform that you have
to wear though. Khaki shirt, khaki shorts, and sandals. If it's cold out
they have you wearing a pair of khaki pants."
"Sounds like a pretty cool job."
"Just wait. You have to work with super bitch."
"Super bitch?"
"Yep. Her name is Norma. She is this religious freak who thinks
that people should be at home going to church rather than having a good
time out at the lake. She feels it is her job to act as the moral
conscience for the entire park. She is going to belittle everything you
do. Nothing you can do will ever be right. Have fun."
"Oh well. A job's a job and this one still sounds cool."
"Well, why don't you guys get your things into the cabin. I made
up the bed and emptied out the drawers in there so you guys can put your
stuff away."
"Cool," I replied as I headed back to the car, "Where should I park
the car?"
"Right where it is is good. Nice set of wheel by the way."
"Thanks."
Stefan and I each grabbed our suitcases and brought them into the
cabin. The cabin would best be described as rustic, but it boasted all the
modern conveniences. We dropped our suitcases into the bedroom and walked
back out to the main room. We sat down with Will and finished off our
beers. We talked for a while and Will asked me how I was enjoying small
town Saskatchewan. I told him that it was okay, but different.
Will started yawning and I realised that I was really tired. Will
showed us where the bathroom was and then said good night. Stefan and I
followed him to the bedrooms. Once in the bedroom I pulled off my shorts
and took off my shirt so I was standing there in my underwear. I grabbed
my toothbrush and toothpaste and headed to the bathroom. Will was in the
bathroom so I stood outside the door waiting for him to finish up. Will
opened the door to the washroom and almost bumped into me. He was wearing
a pair of white jockeys and I could see his cock and balls outlined quite
nicely. I said a quick good night to Will and rushed into the bathroom.
After emptying my bladder I washed up and brushed my teeth. Just before I
finished I heard a slight tapping on the door.
"Just a sec. I'm almost done."
"'Kay," Stefan whispered. "No hurry."
I finished up and let Stefan into the bathroom. He was wearing the
boxers that he had been wearing in the car. Once in the bedroom I crawled
into bed and pulled the covers over myself. I decided that I would wear
underwear just in case Will did something bizarre in the morning. Stefan
quietly walked into the room and started digging around in my toiletries
kit. I looked at him a little weird and then asked what he was doing.
Stefan looked at me and then silently held up the tube of salve. I
grimaced slightly and then rolled over onto my stomach. Stefan sat down on
the bed and pulled my underwear down to my knees. He put a little dab of
the slave on his index finger and slowly began rubbing it into the tear. I
felt the now familiar burning sensation and I started getting hard in spite
of the slight pain. Once Stefan was done rubbing the slave in he rolled me
over and took my cock into his mouth. I almost groaned but then I
remembered that I had to be very quiet. Stefan worked my cock and I could
feel my balls start to draw up in anticipation of the release that they
would be getting. I blew my load down Stefan's throat and slowly relaxed.
I had remained quiet throughout but was still a little shocked at Stefan's
brazenness. He got off the bed and turned off the light. Stefan quickly
made his way across the room and slid into bed next to me. I slipped under
the covers and found his rock hard cock waiting for me. I slowly drew it
into my mouth and started licking and sucking it. I bobbed my head up and
down the shaft taking his full length in with each stroke. I felt his
balls tighten up and Stefan arched his back off the bed in an attempt to
get his entire cock into my mouth. I obliged him and was rewarded with his
steaming hot load. I quickly swallowed his cum and the slid up so I was
lying beside him.
"Good night, Stefan."
"Good night, Ian."
Continued.